Aislin was a mage (just as the Demon Lord was, because all demons were capable of magic). He had come to town by himself in a very fancy looking horseless carriage.
He helped Henry put his luggage in the trunk inside, and sat next to him.
He was very thin and his hands, palm down in his lap, looked like a noble's. Like he'd never worked a day in his life. Henry doubted he was a knight at all.
He privately thought that perhaps it was some kind of trap.
" Um, Henry," Aislin said.
" Is it alright if... I ask you to be quiet while I drive? I need quiet to concentrate."
" That's fine."